Through the Fog

Flying through fog, it swooped and landed.

A snowy owlโ€™s head, a white tigerโ€™s body, the griffin reared with wings and foretalons wide.

Some drew weapons, but Aswald approached unarmed.

Claws snatched him.

โ€œMy friend,โ€ the wizard said as purring was heard.


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